I listen to Clara crying in her room, making a real drama of not being sleepy -- she just won't let up tonight -- and in my head I'm yelling ENOUGH ALREADY! GO TO SLEEP. STOP CRYING. IT'S JUST BEDTIME FOR CHRISSAKES. IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.
I remember when I was a kid that on some nights I did not want to go to bed either. On those nights, I would sneak out of bed, crawl into the living room and watch tv from behind the couch. Sometimes I would just sit there and listen to the tv, not because I cared at all about the tv, but because I wanted to be near my parents a little while longer before I fell to sleep.